Poems, selected from the best editions, Volume 1W. Kent, 1880 |
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... thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH What a glory comes and goes the year ? The buds of spring , those beautiful harbingers sunny skies and cloudless ...
... thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH What a glory comes and goes the year ? The buds of spring , those beautiful harbingers sunny skies and cloudless ...
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... thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior ...
... thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior ...
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... thee . " The warrior took that banner proud , And it was his martial cloak and shroud ! BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . ON sunny slope and beechen swell , The shadowed light of evening fell ; And , where the maple's leaf was brown , With soft ...
... thee . " The warrior took that banner proud , And it was his martial cloak and shroud ! BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . ON sunny slope and beechen swell , The shadowed light of evening fell ; And , where the maple's leaf was brown , With soft ...
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... thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco : Never so much thyself art thou as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and jovial face gleams , Round and red as the harvest moon ...
... thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco : Never so much thyself art thou as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and jovial face gleams , Round and red as the harvest moon ...
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... thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . " Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , - " I cannot ! Whither my heart has gone , there ...
... thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . " Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , - " I cannot ! Whither my heart has gone , there ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft Angel Art thou Basil beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell BELL OF ATRI beneath birds blast breath bright celestial clouds cried dark dead Death deep desert door dream earth Enceladus Evangeline evermore eyes face fair feet filled flowers forest Gabriel gazed gleam golden Grand-Pré hand haunted hear heard heart heaven HUMPHREY GILBERT King land laugh lifted light lips look loud maiden meadows mist mistletoe moon morning night o'er ocean Oh father Old North Church passed Paul Revere paused prayer priest rain restless heart rise river roar rose round sail Sandalphon sang seemed shadow shining ships shore silent silver singing slumbered smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake splendour stars steed stood sweet thee thou thoughts tide tower unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wandered wave weary whispered wild wind woods words youth
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Page 218 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Page 281 - Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Page 173 - ... Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Page 263 - How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
Page 141 - He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away...
Page 120 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed. On the billows fall and rise. r Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! HW LONGFELLOW.
Page 24 - Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 11 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent...
Page 187 - SAINT AUGUSTINE ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame...
Page 103 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.